Yeah, so I don't blog lots

Remember when I used to sometimes blog twice a day?  Not sure why I'm not feeling it anymore.
A lot on the docket: being on the exec for our building; book club; run club; life and shit.  Missed the last AGM because I'm a freakishly logical person that believes if you want to come to a meeting and pontificate?  Bring a solution.  I knew this would not be the case because I want 8k to build a bike room which has to be built because the old and aged in my building refuse to give up their bike spots in our secured underground bike locker.
First world problems.
Hate my job.
First world problems.
Michael, in the last three weeks has rolled his ankle, had a ganglion removed from his hand (still haven't looked at the stitches), and now today he's woken up with a random, quasi black eye.  Are we done yet?
I'm running again, which is huge.  It's a game changer for me.  I've said it before: if I didn't run, I wouldn't be here to wow you with the most exciting details of my life.
I'm back in the game. I have a Garmin.  I'm recording splits and getting all competitive and shit.  It's who I am.  The most depressed periods of my life happened when I wasn't running.
I remember wavering over doing the Victoria Marathon because my father passed away in August.  I couldn't hack it.  I couldn't show up for anything.  I wasn't there.  And then Michael challenged me and told me not to be defeatist.
I was so wrecked that I did a lot of runs on my own because I would cry when I'd run and I didn't want anyone around to see me.  I went on to have a personal best in Boston that I've yet to beat.
I remember people screaming to me "you've got this" when I was running.
Very cool.
UPDATE: I was rather inebriated when I posted this last night.